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Comfortember 2023: 30 (Barca)
30. The New Normal
Ingrid chuckles on her phone, tilting the screen to show Mapi.
“Do you remember this? I can’t believe it's only been two years, so much has changed.”
On the screen is a photo of the two women on a trip. The blurry photo with the club lighting- taken at 0200- is a stark contrast to life now.
“I forgot about that, life was so different,” Mapi responds.
“Right?” Ingrid agrees, “I could never imagine doing that now.”
“That’s because we need to be responsible now,” Mapi says.
With perfect timing, you tire of playing with your trains and shriek.
“And that’s the reason we have to be responsible,” Mapi rolls her eyes.
Standing from the sofa, she walks over to settle on the floor next to you.
“What’s wrong, nena? ¿Qué pasa?”
In response, you garble and bang your train on the track.
Mali’s hand reaches out to stop you, but you’re pulled away by another set of arms before she makes contact.
Now sitting on the floor behind you, Ingrid pulls you into her lap to get you to stop banging. You’re not thrilled about this, causing you to grunt and try to wiggle out of her grasp.
“No way, baby,” Mama says, “no hurting your toys.”
You look from the toy still clutched in your fist to where you had been hitting it. You slowly pull your hand up, moving to put the train into your mouth.
“Ah, no!” Mapi intercepts you, “no toys in the mouth. It’s dirty.”
Tears spring to your eyes, your mothers have taken away all of your favorite things to do. The only thing left to do was to have a meltdown.
Your mothers were one step ahead of you, knowing what was coming. Since you met them and started regressing, they noticed how emotional you got whenever you got tired.
Mapi stands, pulling you from Ingrid and hoisting you onto her hip. No longer weighed down, Ingrid stands too. Together, the two women escort you to your room, shushing you gently as Mapi bounces you slightly.
“Cierra tus ojos,” Mamí coos, “it's sleepy time.”
Now that she mentioned it, you are feeling a bit sleepy. Your eyelids are drooping as your head goes heavy. With a dull thud, your head crashes onto Mapi’s shoulder. Both women flinch at the sound, but you’re not fazed.
They work together to get you ready for your nap quickly, changing you and settling you in your crib before humming a little song to put you right to sleep.
Walking out of the room silently, they pull the door softly until the latch clicks. The hardest part was done.
“We have a very different normal now, don’t we?” Ingrid smiles, referring to the photo from earlier.
“We do,” Mapi agrees, “I wouldn’t change it.”
“Not for the world,” Ingrid adds.
#age regression#womens soccer#woso imagines#reader insert#woso x reader#woso imagine#woso#woso fanfics#woso soccer#woso community#barca femeni#barca#barcelona femeni#ingrid engen#mapi leon
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hey!! are you gonna be continuing with fics or anything into December?? I really hope so cause I love your writing so much! (particularly any of your stuff involving bronzey)
I don’t think I’ll continue with the daily fics, I don’t know if there are any December writing challenges. I’m definitely going to keep writing, but I doubt it will be at the same frequency.
I honestly need people to tell me what they want and how much of it they want. If people actually read and enjoy my work, I’m more than happy to keep writing! If people just skim it because it’s there, I won’t be pressuring myself to write as much. Does that all make sense?
ALSO!!! A friendly PSA for everyone! I will be updating my masterlist with all of my writing soon, I just wanted to have everything posted so I only have to update it once.
AND!!! I’m open to requests! Please send some, I love writing something that I know someone will love! I’ll take super generic, super detailed, and everything in between.
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IYO.., lucy + keira or lucy + ona ??
Asking the hard questions… I would have to say Lucy/Kiera, but Lucy and Ona as besties. But as long as everyone’s happy!
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Comfortember 2023: 29 (uswnt)
29. Sleepover
Tobin and Christen are both floating somewhere in that happy place between sleep and consciousness. In only a few more minutes, they’ll be fast asleep, tucked away for the night.
That's not the case.
The door, previously only open a sliver, is pushed open and small footsteps enter the room. They pause beside the bed, all members staying quiet. Your moms are hoping that if they don’t acknowledge you, you’ll go back to sleep.
Again, that’s not the case.
“Up,” a small voice demands.
Over the edge of the mattress, small fingers appear. They’re gripped into the linens, working to try and pull you up. You manage to get a foot on the bed frame , using this as leverage and hoisting yourself onto the bed. You’re now sitting at the foot of the bed, staring at where Christen and Tobin have moved to prop themselves against the headboard.
“Me up,” you tell them proudly.
Christen can’t help but soften, “yes, you are up. You did a good job climbing all by yourself.”
The women both desperately want to sleep, but you’re too cute (and persistent) to ignore.
“Now, what are you doing up, missy?” Tobin asks, “I believe I tucked you into your big girl bed a long time ago.”
You grin toothily at your Mommy, moving to push yourself to your feet. You’re extremely unsteady, wobbling in your usual toddle as you try to move towards your mothers. You end up falling, but you’re close enough that hands simply grab under your arms and pull you to your final destination.
“See,” you say, “Y/N/N here!”
“I do see that, I think Mama does too,” Tobin responds, “but why is Y/N/N here?”
“Umm” you stretch the word out. You’re clearly thinking, “seepova! Baby and Mama and Mommy!”
That takes a moment of translating.
“You’re having a sleepover?” Christen clarifies.
“Yeah! Is Baby and Mama and Mommy!”
They can’t argue with that. You’re right, it does appear to be turning into a sleepover and both mothers and their baby are in attendance. Looking over your head, they have a silent conversation.
“Okay,” Tobin starts.
The rest of her sentence is cut off by the cheer leaving your mouth.
“Okay,” Tobin repeats, giving you a teasingly stern look, “we can have a sleepover, but you have to promise to actually sleep. Deal?”
Your hand reaches out, your tiny pinky pointing at her. Her pinky moves to wrap around it, shaking the fingers together.
Christen states her nonnegotiable rule too, “and, it’s only for tonight. You’re back in your big girl bed tomorrow.”
You won’t be back in your big girl bed tomorrow. You’ll, again, be asleep in the middle of your moms’ big bed.
You nod firmly, though, anyway.
The two women pull you up to snuggle under the covers between them, being pushed to the edge of the bed as your tiny body stretches to take up as much space as possible.
Just as you’re drifting off, a small mumble escapes your mouth. If no one had been paying attention, it could have easily been passed off as your breathing.
Your moms, though, had heard what you said. Right before you surrendered to the comforting pull of sleep, a small, slurred “baby leeova” leaves your mouth.
You’re so right. The baby is, in fact, sleeping over.
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Comfortember 2023: 28 (Arsenal)
28. Flashbacks
Leah jumps from the bench, shouting as the ball hits the back of the net. You’re looking around on the pitch, in disbelief that you just scored a goal. Your confusion doesn’t last long, though, as you’re quickly tackled in a group hug.
Watching you celebrate, Leah can’t help but remember the first time she met you.
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You were a painfully shy teenager meeting the players that you had looked up to for years. Not only were you meeting them, you were meeting them as a new player.
You had barely talked, only answered questions as quickly and as quietly as you could. In all honesty, Leah could only think about how hard it was going to be to have to play with you when she had to coax every little piece of information out.
And then you got a football at your feet. With a football at your feet, you were a different person. You completely lit up, all the traces of the shy little girl had vanished as you dominated the pitch. You were going to fit right in.
—-
Viv nudged Beth, nodding her head to where you were talking to a few of your teammates. Your eyes were wide, arms gesturing as you animatedly told some story that no one could quite follow.
The two women shared a small smile, reflecting.
-
You had taken a while to warm up to the team, but you had grown close with Viv and Beth relatively quickly. Some of the other players teased you that you were Meadema’s child, to which you would frown and insist against.
But, sometimes, Beth and Viv did feel like you were their child. The way they would have to lead you by the hand out to the pitch, shoving you gently to go interact with other teams. It was extremely reminiscent of dropping a child off on their first day of school, pushing them into a classroom and watching through the window as their terrified little eyes flickered around the classroom.
It was all worth it, though, when the child began begging to stay at school.
—-
Nervously waiting on the edge of the pitch, Alessia was about to be subbed in for her first game for Arsenal. This was the game that would determine the rest of her career, and half the stadium was booing her. She wanted to find somewhere secluded and never leave, but she knew that she couldn’t. Instead, she looks down. Twisting the familiar friendship bracelet, she takes a breath before jogging onto the field.
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“Hi!”
A cheerful voice startles Alessia. She turns around, looking down to see a young player a good head shorter than her.
“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you. I know you’re probably scared for your first day, but you don’t have to be. The team’s really nice, I promise.”
You grin at Alessia, watching as some of the nerves leave her body.
“I know who you are, Y/N, I’ve got some friends who can’t stop bragging about you. I’m looking forward to playing with you.”
“It’s gonna be fun, Arsenal’s great! Which reminds me, I have something for you. Close your eyes and stick out your hand,” you instruct.
Alessia’s hesitant to follow these odd directions from the girl she’s just met, but she does it anyway. Feeling something light land on her palm, she opens her eyes when she’s allowed to. Looking down, her confusion is clear.
“They’re friendship bracelets- different colours to match the different kits. I made them for all of the girls, and now that you have some you’re officially part of the team!”
#womens soccer#woso imagines#reader insert#woso imagine#woso x reader#woso#arsenal women#woso soccer#woso fanfics#woso community#women football#arsenal x reader#arsenalwfc#arsenal wfc
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Comfortember 2023: 27 (Barca)
27. Soup
Alexia curses herself for not noticing that something was wrong with you sooner. She had noticed your slower reaction time during the pay day or two of practice, along with your slower speed and lack of stamina. But she had just brushed it off, thinking it was nothing.
It wasn’t nothing.
She found this out when she pulled up to pick you up for practice and you weren’t waiting out front for her. Sighing, she dials your number and waits as the phone rings. Hanging up when your voicemail begins playing, she redials. The same result. Alexia grumbles, turning her car off and walking to the main entrance.
She presses your buzzer down and holds it, waiting for you to shout through the intercom that you were coming so could she please lay off on the button. There’s no response, even after she presses the buzzer rapidly in a short pattern.
Growing slightly worried, Alexia presses the buzzer to your neighbors’ apartments until a voice finally responds, explaining the situation quickly before hearing the click of the door unlocking.
That was the hardest part, as she knew that she had your spare key in her bag. Digging through in search of the key, she walks to your door.
She knocks, not bothering to wait for a response before sticking the key in and pushing the door open. The lights are off inside, the apartment seemingly empty. It couldn’t be, though, you hadn’t just disappeared.
Alexia searches through the apartment, eventually finding you asleep in the front bathroom. You’re passed out on the floor, still dressed in the clothes you wore home from practice yesterday. It seemed that you had only made it that far upon your return and hadn’t moved since.
You don’t look super uncomfortable and Alexia doesn’t want to disturb your peaceful sleep, so she simply grabs a throw blanket from the living room and tosses it over you. It’s probably not the smartest idea, seeing as she can see the flush from the fever on your face, but she needs to do something.
Sitting in a chair that has visual access to the bathroom (and, therefore, your form slumped on the floor) Alexia pulls out her phone.
—-
You wake up in a haze, vaguely remembering that you’re sick. You peel your head off of the floor, appreciating the fact that nausea doesn’t instantly overwhelm you.
“Buenas días, Nena,” a voice greets you, causing you to jump.
“Lex?” you ask confused, trying to place the voice.
“Sí, I’m in the kitchen. Think you can come over here?”
You take a few deep breaths and focus for a moment before pushing yourself to your feet. Your vision blurs and you wobble slightly, but you regain your balance and make it to the kitchen to plunk into a chair at the kitchen table.
Alexia slides a bowl over at you, and you immediately recognize the contents. It seems that a warm bowl of soup while you’re sick is the thing that unites the world.
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Comfortember 2023: 26 (Barca)
26. Friends
You had been hesitant to accept the dinner invitation that Lucy and Kiera had forced upon you at practice. You knew that they could tell that something was off, but you were fine. You didn’t need your coworkers butting into your personal life.
On the other hand, the invitation promised a warm meal and a comfortable location, so you couldn’t think of a good enough reason not to go. With slight hesitancy, you accept the invitation.
The two older women quickly become excited, insisting that you simply ride home with them. You couldn’t argue with them, they knew you weren’t old enough to drive yourself and this solution made sense. Plus, they promised to drop you off at home after, so you would be spared from the mile and a half walk home from the stadium.
—-
You find both your excitement and dread growing as practice continues, finally finding yourself showered and changed into comfortable clothes. If you had known, you would have put more effort into your outfit.
Once all three of you are ready, the two lead you out to the car. You slot yourself into the backseat easily and light conversation fills the air as you leave.
Lucy pulls the car up in front of a sweet little house, somehow the perfect combination of the two women. It seems like a paradise for the women, and you’re afraid to break the serenity by entering. You don’t have much choice, though, as Lucy eagerly shows you inside.
You pause in the doorway, training bag still in your hand. You feel so out of place in this loving home, you’re not sure what you’re supposed to do. What you want to do is turn around and run out the door, but that probably isn’t the best option. You’ll keep it as a backup plan, though.
“C’mon, kid,” Lucy’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts, “just drop your stuff anywhere, no worries. Kiera’s gonna put the takeaway order in while I give you a tour.”
You nod in response, looking around the entry before settling your bag into the corner. It looked how you felt- grossly out of place. You didn’t have time to ponder this too much, as a firm hand on your shoulder guided you through to the living room
Lucy’s tour was thorough- to say the least. You didn’t see why it was necessary for you to see every room of the house, but Lucy was animated and you were soaking in every small detail of how much this house encapsulated the way Lucy and Kiera melded perfectly.
You ended back in the living room just as Kiera wandered in from the kitchen. She informs the two of you that dinner had been ordered and would be about an hour before suggesting that you watch a football match. You agree, eager to stop the awkward silence that had started creeping in.
Lucy is more hesitant to agree, shifting slightly. You see the two women make eye contact, Kiera aggressively nodding to the tv set before Lucy agrees. The two settle on the sofa while you choose the chair.
You mindlessly watch the match, already knowing the outcome from when you had watched it previously. You can tell the other two aren’t fully paying attention, as they are constantly looking at each other and whispering.
“Oh, look at that,” Lucy grabs your attention, “do you see that sponsor in the background, for the boots? I completely forgot that they sent me a pair, but they don’t fit. Maybe you can try them on.”
Her acting is atrocious, honestly. Still, you’ve heard great things about this brand and you would love to see the boots. You agree to see them, opening the box and gently unfolding the paper. Your fingers run across the laces, moving to feel the logo.
“Try them on,” Kiera encourages you, “they won’t fit either of us. Maybe someone can get some use out of them.”
They fit perfectly. Still, though, you don’t feel that you can take them. Kiera eventually has enough of your protesting, taking the shoes back from you. She exits the room, unzipping your training bag and ungracefully dumping them inside.
“There, that’s settled. Dinner should be here soon, let’s get the table laid.”
Dinner was a relaxed affair, the food warm as it coats your taste buds. Conversation flows smoothly, carried mostly by Lucy and Kiera as you play with the food on your plate. As the meal progresses, you become more comfortable and join in more on the conversation.
You help to clean up the kitchen after, an indication that the night is wrapping up. As much as you had not wanted to come, you find yourself not wanting to leave now.
“It's very dark outside,” Kiera points out, “we can take you home now, but I don’t want to risk anything by driving too late.”
You look outside, where the sun is just barely dipping below the horizon, casting a warm glow. You look back to Kiera.
“It might be safer for you to spend the night here. We’ve got pajamas you can borrow and you already have all of your things for training tomorrow.”
You feel a smile growing on your face, catching on.
“I heard it might storm soon,” Lucy chimes in, “that would probably make travel pretty rough.”
The sky is completely clear.
You nod slowly, “I think that staying over might be a good idea, if it’s not too much trouble. Just to be safe.”
Lucy nods, “just to be safe. I'll make sure the guest bedroom is set for you.”
She exits the room, leaving Kiera alone. She walks to stand beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
“Thanks,” you mumble quietly.
“Of course,” she responds easily, “what are friends for.”
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Comfortember 2023: 25 (Barca)
25. Rain
It hasn’t been raining this hard when you left your house. At least, you don’t think it was raining this hard. But you had left in a hurry, so it might have been. Either way, you probably should have worn a coat.
You finally make it to your destination, knocking quickly on the door. They have to be home, you need them to be home. At least one of them is home, you learn, as the door is quickly cracked open. Eyes peek through the gap before opening the door the rest of the way and pulling you inside.
“Y/N!” Mapi shouts, “what are you doing? Ingrid thought someone was trying to break in with all of that knocking.”
You get just a tiny bit of relief from that, knowing that Ingrid must be there too. You do feel bad, though, you had scared the women and that wasn’t your intent.
“Sorry,” you whisper. Your voice is hoarse.
Mapi’s face shifts from annoyance to concern when she hears you speak. She takes the opportunity to fully look at you, noticing the clear signs of your previous (and current) emotional breakdown and the rain soaked clothes.
“Nena,” she coos, “what’s wrong?”
You don’t know how to respond, the only sign that you heard the question is a pitiful sob leaving your mouth. Mapi pulls you in tightly, ignoring the water seeping into her as you bury yourself in her arms.
“It’s okay, whatever it is. Prometo, whatever it is. We’ll help you figure it out.”
You stay wrapped in her arms as you continue to cry into her, the sound of footsteps not even registering in your overactive mind. You’re only alerted to the additional presence when a warm hand comes to rest on your back.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Ingrid murmurs, clearly lost for words.
The two women hold and comfort you in the entryway for a long time, allowing you to feel everything that you needed to. Once you have calmed down, Ingrid takes you into her arms and directs you to their bathroom. Running a quick shower, she walks you through it and has you warm and in dry clothes within ten minutes. She leads you out into the living room only for Mapi to push a plate with a grilled cheese into your hands as the three of you settle on the sofa.
The warm food combined with the warm shower and pajamas coupled with the soft voices and gentle touches soothe your nerves, allowing your body to relax from the fight or flight mode. You were spent, exhaustion taking over now that you knew you were safe.
There would be time to figure out why you were pounding on the door, wide eyed at their front door later. For now, Mapi and Ingrid work to calm you and lull you into that wonderful state between sleep and consciousness. The rain that had previously pelted your skin now forms a soothing melody on the roof as you melt into the women.
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Comfortember 2023: 24 (Arsenal)
24. Blankets
You slowly become aware of your surroundings, but your eyes feel too heavy to open. You’re so warm, nestled snugly between two bodies. The television in the background is playing quietly, softly illuminating the room. Life is so good.
You make a small noise as your hand reaches out, clearly searching for something. You feel the bodies around you vibrate as your mums laugh. You grunt in reply, unamused.
“Here, bean,” Mummy says quietly as she presses the needed object into your fist, “here’s blankie.”
Satisfied, you murmur sounds that could be interpreted as a thank you to Beth, clenching your fist around the fabric and pressing it into your face.
You feel hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you up. You go limply, body and mind both still sleepy. You’re moved to be cradled, resting against a firm chest. It’s familiar, you know it’s Mama’s.
Viv sways gently with your tiny form cradled against her, soaking in the cuddles. She uses one finger to brush the small strands of hair back off your face before tracing your features. She runs her finger over the tiny furrow in your tiny brow, watching as you relax even further. She can’t resist caressing your pouty, sleepy lips with her thumb, watching as you try to latch on and suckle. It causes both women to chuckle.
Mummy snags a spare dummy from the coffee table, slipping it in between your lips. You pause for only a moment before resuming the suckling pattern you had started on Mama’s finger.
Your blankie is still held tightly in your fist as another warm blanket was tucked around your body. Life is so so good.
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Comfortember 2023: 23 (uswnt)
23. Anxiety
It seems silly, how you can compete in highly televised, physically aggressive matches without blinking but you panic when you need to order your dinner. How your heart beats so aggressively that you can feel it in your throat when someone pulls you for an interview. The way your eyes would go wide and your breath would catch in your throat when you had to hold a conversation with a stranger.
But these things scare you. Your teammates know this and they tried to make things easier for you.
—-
You had spent so much time with all of these girls that you all knew each other extremely well. You knew what people liked and disliked, which meant most people could look at a menu and guess which each teammate would order. For you, they usually did. Mal would scan the menu while chatting with the group, and, when it was time to order, she would easily order two dishes that she knew both of you would like. You could pick which one you wanted and she would be happy with what was left.
—-
Consistency helped, something that your teammates were aware of. It’s why they tried to make sure that you were always with Tobin for interviews.
It had originally started when it was decided that Tobin’s calm energy might balance out your anxiety during interviews. While it had somewhat worked the first time, they noticed the way you looked to her when you were called for an interview after the next game.
—-
Tobin stuck with you not only during press conferences and interviews, but in everyday life. When the whole team was together, it was rare for anyone to do something alone. It was impressive, really, how a simple task could turn into a four person job.
This usually meant that you always had another person or two who could take over the conversation. Usually, it was with Tobin or Christen, as those two insisted on following you around.
—-
It wasn’t easy to feel on edge all of the time, but you somehow managed to handle it. Most of that had to do with the constant support you got from your teammates.
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Comfortember 2023: 22 (Barca)
22. Cry
Alexia scans the locker room as everyone finishes gathering all of their things. It had been a hard game and a tough loss, and she took it upon herself as captain to make sure that everyone was okay.
Most people looked exhausted, mentally and physically. Everyone looked ready to get home and relax. Alexia couldn’t help, though, as her eyes stopped on you. It took her a moment to figure out why.
Your lip was trembling. You were avoiding contact with your teammates as you packed your bag, knowing that if you looked at or talked to one of them, your emotions would become public knowledge.
Alexia knows you won’t ask for help. She wants to help.
Allowing the locker room to mostly empty, she waits with her belongings until she sees you finish grabbing everything and head to the door. Alexia says a quick goodbye before following you.
Walking quickly, she manages to match her stride to yours. It’s silent, the air a quiet that seems impossible to break.
“That was a bad game, no?” Alexia finally speaks.
You nod, knowing your voice would waver if you spoke.
“I know it was bad for you, chiquita. The other team kept knocking you down. They seem to have something against you.”
This brings a small smile to your lips, appreciating Alexia’s joking. It was true, the way the other team constantly tackled you made it seem like there was a bet as to who would be the first to seriously injure you.
You hear a sigh, Alexia clearly realizing that her low-key approach isn’t working.
“You can cry, you know. It was a bad day and it’s okay to cry.”
You stop in your tracks, the tears almost falling at that moment. But no, you can’t cry.
“Si, it’s okay,” Alexia reassures you after sensing your hesitation.
She pulls you into her arms, ignoring the fact that the two of you are lost in the maze of hallways at the stadium. Your head slumps onto her shoulder and lazy tears begin falling down your cheeks.
“That’s it,” she coos, “that’s all you have to do right now.”
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Comfortember 2023: 21 (uswnt)
21. Relapse
Kelley wants more than anything to go back to sleep. The pounding on her door is preventing this. More specifically, you pounding on her door is preventing this.
Grumbling, she crawls out of bed and goes to the door, opening it. She’s about to say some very mean words to the person on the other side when she’s met with your tear stained face. She can’t yell at that.
Kelley doesn’t bother with words, pulling you in the door and wrapping you up tightly. She keeps a hold of you as she closes the door and leads you over to the sofa. Sitting herself down in the corner, she tugs you into her lap.
You go limply, sinking into her body as your head falls to rest in the space between her neck and her shoulder. She presses a kiss to the crown of your head, humming lightly as she rocks the two of you. She waits for you to calm down.
“Hey bug, it’s okay, you’re safe,” she coos, “what’s going on?”
You sniff, gathering your thoughts.
“Kel, I- I promise I didn’t do it.”
That scares Kelley, as is evidenced by the tightening on her arms around you.
“You didn’t do what, kiddo?”
“I really wanted to, but I didn’t. I came here instead.”
“I’m so proud of you for coming here, but I need to hear you say it. You know that.”
You take a deep breath, knowing what Kelley needs.
“I didn’t hurt myself, I came here instead.”
Kelley squeezes you, kissing the top of your head twice.
“Good girl, I’m so proud of you. I’m so glad you came here. Now you and me, we’re going to get through the night together and then talk in the morning. You made it through the hardest part, now you just let me help you through the rest.”
You nod into her chest, keeping your body pressed against her. Kelley has resigned herself to not getting anymore sleep tonight, but she knows she needs to ensure that you get some.
She pulls a blanket off the back of the sofa, draping it over the two of you as her hand lazily scratches up and down your spine. The air fills with the quiet words of reassurance she whispers to you, quieting your mind enough to allow dreams to take over.
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Comfortember 2023: 20 (Barca)
20. Shopping
Kiera wakes up in the middle of the night, stumbling towards the bathroom in the dark. On her way back to bed, noticing a dim light coming from the living room, she follows it.
Upon entering the room, she sees Lucy on the sofa, laptop in front of her. The woman is clearly stressed, glasses on and hair pulled up into an extremely messy bun. She’s gripping a mug in one hand, fingers turning white from the pressure.
“You might want to put that down,” Kiera’s voice breaks the silence, the sound startling both of them.
Somehow, Lucy doesn’t drop the mug in shock, managing to set it onto the coaster on the nearby table. She looks to where Kiera’s leaning against the doorway, tiredly smiling at her.
“What are you doing up? I thought you were still asleep,”
“I was, but I needed to use the bathroom. Figured I would come investigate when I saw the light on,” Kiera shrugs, “what are you doing up?”
Lucy sighs, shutting the lid on her computer, “it’s probably silly, I don’t know.”
Kiera walks over, curling up on the sofa next to Lucy, “it can’t be that silly, it’s got you up at 3 in the morning.”
“I was just trying to order some things online,” Lucy says vaguely.
Kiera raises an eyebrow, “it’s clearly more than that.”
Lucy takes a breath, “you know the new player, Y/N? I noticed before practice yesterday that her boots were worn down, they’re so close to being held together with tape. And she put fruit into her bag during lunch- which is totally fine- but then I worried that it might be all she had to eat overnight. Cause I never see her eating any granola bars or anything before practice, like loads of the girls do. And, I don’t know, something seems off and she’s so young, Ki- I just want to help her. I was trying to get her some new boots and some snacks, some other little things like that. I’m probably just reading into it too much.”
Kiera’s face is soft watching Lucy ramble.
“I love you so much, you know that? You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met.”
Lucy blushes at the compliment.
“I get it,” Kiera agrees, “about Y/N, I mean, something does seem off. I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions, but I think you’re right to help. How about we have her over for dinner after practice tomorrow? Today, technically. We’ll sit down and talk with her, figure out how we can help.”
Lucy nods, thoughtfully, “I’d really like that.”
“Good. Now, let’s get some sleep and we can finish this order in the morning.”
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Comfortember 2023: 19 (Arsenal)
19. Loved Ones
“Hey, pea,” Leah’s voice interrupts your spiraling thoughts, “what’s got you so quiet today?”
You pull your attention away from where you had been swirling your food around your plate, forcing a smile onto your face.
“Nothing, Le, I’m fine. I’m just tired.”
The look on her face makes it clear that she doesn’t believe you. She cocks an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to spill the truth.
“I promise, Leah,” you insist while making eye contact.
She still doesn’t believe you. Leah stands up from her seat, gesturing for you to follow her. As much as you would rather stay hidden among the large group, you knew that not going would cause Leah to draw attention to you. Sighing, you push your chair out and follow Leah from the room.
She wraps an arm around your shoulders, leading you to a small room usually used for media. There wasn’t much, but there was a sofa set up in the middle and she sat you down on one end. She sat on the opposite end, angling herself to face you.
“Spill, little bit,” she says simply.
You don’t want to, but you look into her eyes and your walls break.
“I- well, you know how everyone’s invited their family to the game coming up? And there’s the big party after?”
You wait for Leah’s nod.
“I invited my family, so many times. So many times, Leah,” you stress the last sentence, “and they finally responded and said that they didn’t want to come. I know it’s not that big of a deal, but-”
You pause, unsure of how to end the sentence. Leah knows.
“But it is a big deal to you.”
You nod, “yeah, cause everyone’s going to have their family there and I’m not. I’m going to have no one.”
Your voice breaks, tears finally falling from your eyes. Leah scoots across the sofa, pulling you into her arms. She holds you close, rocking slightly.
“Shh, sweetheart, there’s no need to get so upset. I know that your family’s not going to be there, but the whole team’s going to be there with you. We might not be your family, but we love you to pieces.”
There’s no doubt in your mind that the team loved you wholeheartedly. Leah was wrong about one thing, though, they very much were your family.
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Comfortember 2023: 18 (Barca)
18. Cuddles
Mapi knocks lightly on her bedroom door before pushing it open. Peering inside, she’s met with a sight that makes her heart melt. Ingrid is propped up on pillows on her side of the bed, dressed in comfortable clothes with a clean face. She’s holding a book in one hand, quietly reading aloud from it. Her other arm is holding you against her.
You’re cuddled up to the older woman, asleep with your head on her stomach. Your face is pale, red splotches coloring your cheeks. Your mouth was slightly open, allowing your sleepy breaths to escape.
Mapi rounds the bed, perching on the edge of the bed next to Ingrid.
“Has she been out for very long?” she asks.
Ingrid shakes her head, “no. She got sick twice more, then I tried to get her to sleep but she couldn’t settle. Once I laid down with her, though, she was asleep within a chapter.”
Mapi reaches a hand out, resting it on your forehead to judge the fever radiating off of you.
“Sometimes a niña just needs her mamá,” she winks to Ingrid.
“Don’t make me feel old,” Ingrid says while gently hitting Mapi with her book, “I’m not her mother.”
“Just accept it, she’s basically our kid.”
Their laughter rouses you slightly, your brows knitting together as your eyes squeeze shut. This causes the women to quiet instantly, Mapi running a hand over the top of your head while cooing softly to you in Spanish. You settle back into sleep, face relaxing.
“I’m going to shower quickly, but I’ll be back soon. I can bring medicine, do either of you need anything else?” Mapi asks.
“No, we’re fine. Hurry, though, you’ve got an empty spot on the bed,” Ingrid replies.
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Mapi quickly showers and gathers everything she could foresee the three of you needing in the next while. Loading it on a tray, she hurries back into her room and sets it on the nightstand before climbing into her side of the bed.
You’re now sandwiched between the two women, sleeping peacefully as a fever rages through your frame. You don’t move as Mapi moves behind you, arm wrapping around you and settling to rub circles on your aching belly.
Team mom cuddles were the best medicine.
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Comfortember 2023: 17 (uswnt)
17. Heirloom
You freeze as you hear the shattering sound, breathless as you hear footsteps rapidly approaching you.
“Y/N, sweetheart, is everything okay?” a slightly panicked Christen asks as she hurries in the doorway.
You nod, trying to put yourself in between her and the mess. Your hopes of blocking her view are (ironically) shattered when you see her eyes flick down to the floor.
“Oh, gosh, there’s glass everywhere. Hop up and sit on the counter, I want to clean it up before you get cut. You didn’t get hurt already did you?” she asks.
“I- I’m so sorry,” you reply.
“What?” Christen asks, her confusion clear, “it’s just a little glass, nothing that won’t sweep up.”
“No, no. No, it’s the plate,” you say mysteriously.
“The plate? Sweetheart, you aren’t making any sense. Let me get this off of the floor and then we can talk, okay? I promise you, though, you have nothing to be sorry for.”
You shift as she moves closer, still hoping to prevent her from seeing what the shards on the floor originated from. You’re about to move so far that you end up with a foot full of glass, thankfully Christen’s quick reflexes allow you to end up sitting on the edge of the island instead.
“Careful, Y/N/N, it’s all okay.”
“It’s not though,” you say loudly, your emotions beginning to get the best of you, “it’s not. I broke it. I broke your Tobin plate and now it’s ruined.”
Christen had to stifle a laugh, “my Tobin plate?”
“Yeah, the one from the time you went and painted pottery together. She painted the plate covered with rings to ask you to marry her. And now I’ve ruined it.”
Looking in Christen’s eyes, you can’t see any anger, not any trace of upset. While you assumed the woman would be mad and frustrated, she was looking at you with nothing but love.
“Oh, baby, that’s okay, please don’t be upset about it. It’s a plate, I’m just glad you’re okay. We can get a new plate, we can’t get a new Y/N.”
Your lip is still trembling, not believing her even though you desperately want to, “but that one was special.”
“Yeah,” Christen reluctantly agrees, “it was special. But I bet they have more plates we can paint.”
“It won’t be the same.”
“No, it won’t. This one will be even more special. This won’t be the plate when she asks me to marry her. This will be the plate when we’re so happily married with a beautiful daughter.”
You don’t know how to respond, still trying to sniffle back your tears. Christen sees the emotions running through your mind, aware of the doubt you hold in accepting that it’s okay. She knows her words won’t do anything, instead bringing you into her arms and holding you tightly.
“I love you so much, Tobin does too. You are so special to us, more than you’ll ever know.”
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Comfortember 2023: 16 (arsenal)
16. Coffee/Tea Break
Your attention is pulled from the papers in front of you by a small thudding noise. Looking up, you see a mug settled in front of you. You follow the arm connected to the cup in confusion.
Alessia’s standing, looking down at you. Her hand leaves the mug, her warm palm resting on your hand.
“Less, I’m sorry, but I’m a little busy right now. I don’t really have time for a treat.”
“It’s not a treat,” she insists, “it’s taking a break to take care of yourself.”
You sigh, “I know, but-“
She cuts you off, “no buts. Take 20 minutes, drink your tea, and talk to me. That’s all I’m asking for.”
You know she’s right.
“20 minutes, but that’s it,” you insist.
“That’s it,” she agrees.
You’re asleep snuggled up to her before 10 minutes pass, the now room temperature mug of tea sitting on that table.
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